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Poem by Charles Heavysege
Night
'Tis solemn darkness; the sublime of shade;
Night, by no stars nor rising moon relieved;
The awful blank of nothingness arrayed,
O'er which my eye-balls roll in vain, deceived.
Upward, around, and downward I explore,
E'en to the frontiers of the ebon air,
But cannot, though I strive, discover more
Than what seems one huge cavern of despair.
Oh, Night, art thou so grim, when, black and bare
Of moonbeams, and no cloudlets to adorn,
Like a nude Ethiop 'twixt two houris fair,
Thou stand'st between the evening and the morn?
I took thee for an angel, but have wooed
A cacodaemon in mine ignorant mood.
Charles Heavysege
Poem Theme: Night
Charles Heavysege's other poems:- Song from Count Filippo
- Secrets of the Heart
- Childhood Alone Is Glad
- The Coming of Morn
- The Infinite
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Anne Brontë Night ("I love the silent hour of night") William Morris Night ("I am Night: I bring again") Thomas Aird Night ("From sleepless work, and a ne'er-setting sun") George Russell Night ("HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose") William Browne Night ("Now great Hyperion left his golden throne") Henry Longfellow Night ("Into the darkness and the hush of night") Sidney Lanier Night ("Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day") James Thomson Night ("HE cried out through the night") Jones Very Night ("I thank thee, Father, that the night is near") Ella Wilcox Night ("As some dusk mother shields from all alarms") Lucy Montgomery Night ("A pale enchanted moon is sinking low") Epes Sargent Night ("But, oh! the night—the cool, luxurious night") Ann Radcliffe Night ("Now Ev'ning fades! her pensive step retires") Charles Williams Night ("Through His first darkness here He sleeps at ease") Walter De la Mare Night ("All from the light of the sweet moon")
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